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Circle of Seasons
Mountains
and valleys and parks that abound,
Huge rolling river flows into the
sound.
Serene little ponds, the huge restless
sea,
They’re why Connecticut’s special to
me.
Connecticut’s small, so in very short
order
I can cover the state from border to
border.
From the cold and fresh waters and the
greens of the trees,
To the horns of the big ships and salt of the
seas.
I've lived many places but I'll tell you one thing,
I've never seen
colors like these in the spring!
The sleeping plants waken from the
winter’s duress,
With their colors so bright that they seem to
fluoresce.
The summer’s arrived, we start making
short day trips,
We’re awestruck with the beauty of
stately tall ships,
We can gamble or gambol, can hunt or
can fish.
The choices are endless, we can do what
we wish.
But it changes in moments, the Fall’s
here with a rush.
It’s like God splattered paint
everywhere with a brush.
The gay yellow and red leaves turn
brown, looking old,
Then fall to the ground making way for
winter’s cold.
Memories of previous seasons are lost
And winter sneaks in with it’s first
chilling frost.
Soon deaf’ning snow silence resounds
through the trees
As we venture outside on snowshoes or
skis.
The year’s made a circle, like a gold
wedding band;
And then once again life’s come back to
the land.
I can see this anywhere? Well good,
that’s just great!
I think NOT my friends, it’s because
it’s MY state!
Copyright ©2008 Neil A. Raymo
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